"Forget it? What do you mean, forget it? How can we forget it..."
Saint Yuan Da Yi looked as though lightning had struck him. Every ounce of strength had been wrung from his body, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
There was no difference between this and falling from heaven into hell.
On the day he attained the seventh realm, he had been brimming with ambition, believing the world belonged to him!
But here, Hei Bao had beaten him black and blue. He had thought that with Mi Mu stepping in, he could turn the tide, marry Mi Xi, and make a comeback. In the end, all hope had vanished...
At the same time, Mi Mu's direct grandson announced that Hei Bao had defeated Saint Yuan Da Yi, bringing the battle to a close!
Fang Jingxuan and the others whispered among themselves, but they did not deliberately eavesdrop. After all, this was Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's private affair.
Chen Fusheng relaxed. At least his efforts had not been wasted. His granduncle's status was even higher than he had expected—probably one of the top figures in Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
"Chen Fusheng..."
Saint Yuan Da Yi suddenly turned around, his anger still burning, and charged every account to Chen Fusheng's head.
"Senior Da Yi, I'm only in the sixth realm. I truly didn't attack you from the shadows."
Chen Fusheng smiled indifferently, making Fang Zhong, who had come to watch the excitement, bare his huge grin. Those words were simply too insulting.
Fire Xuan chuckled inwardly. Master Chen was certainly not someone to provoke!
Even the Golden Crow Crown Prince had nearly been refined to death by him, yet he was still jumping around full of life!
Yang Bo spoke calmly. "Master Chen, I've long heard of your reputation. As for whether